Alone in decision. Too afraid to ask anyone on opinion, a seventeen year old girl lies to her mother to go to a twelve step program in hope of cleaning herself up. But will it all go as planned? Or just make situations worse? No matter what happens, her life will be changed and she won't ever turn back.


4. Chapter Three

Waking up to vibrations and a loud beep I sat up searching for my iPhone. Finding it under my pillow I brightened the screen only seeing missed calls from Harry, "oh my" i thought scrolling through the notifications. There had to be at least twenty of them. Sliding back to the top there was a new message notification. Quickly unlocking the message I saw it was from Harry.

"Good morning beautiful. I hope I don't creep you out with all the missed calls, you just fell asleep on me and I didn't get to say goodnight :) ."

I couldn't help but smile, he was so sweet. I feel a little bad for falling asleep on him, I actually didn't realize I did. He probably heard me snoring and that made me laugh a little embarrassed. Thinking back to last night it feels like i've known him my hole life. But I have to remind myself I just met him yesterday, he still doesn't know.

"Sorry about that hah (: " I replied. Looking at the time I realized it was already 10. I'm so glad it's Saturday or I would be a total mess for school. Getting out of bed I almost tripped walking over my blanket that fell off the bed. Changing my underwear, i grabbed some black high wasted shorts and a red flannel. I walked to the bathroom and looked at my reflection for a minute. i honestly need to take a shower. "whatever" i said to myself throwing my hair up into a messy bun. Constantly looking at the phone for his name to light up the screen. Sitting back down on the bed i looked around at the mess i made last night. People do the strangest things when talking on the phone. I laughed and started to blush thinking back to what we talked about. The night couldn't of been more random.

Snapping back to reality I smelled the fresh salty scent of bacon slowly grow stronger in my room. "Ooo" I said to myself getting up from my bed. Walking out the door I took one last look at my text messages then locked the screen shoving it into my back pocket.

At the bottom of the stairs I saw my mom slightly look up after pouring some pancake batter, "Oh look who finally woke up, good morning honey."

I walked over to sit on the couch watching my little brother jump in front of the TV playing a football game.

"AJ what are you doing? Sit down." I told him but his mind was so distracted I don't think he even heard me. I just rolled my eyes and pulled my phone out. I knew I would know when he texted back but I couldn't help it. He made me feel different. He became a drug I never wanted to quit. He was my new addiction.

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